Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 251: Happiness

Although He Qing had read a ton of adult-inappropriate novels ever since she met Han Wenwen—an insanely large number, to be honest—

when it came to those steamy male-female scenes, she usually skipped over them, or at most snuck a glance or two.

So, in reality, she only had a vague idea of how things worked. She didn’t really understand the details, and books didn’t exactly spell them out either.

Take kissing, for example.

Right now, Little He Qing’s small hands had gone from nervously clenching to gripping a small corner of Lin Zhengran’s shirt.

She lay on the bed, chin tilted up, her pale swan-like neck stunningly beautiful.

Eyes shut, she slowly met his lips.

Lin Zhengran’s lips and breath made her heart race uncontrollably.

She knew kissing wasn’t just about lips touching lips—

there were other things involved too. So, she nervously tried to bite Lin Zhengran’s lip gently.

Lin Zhengran paused in confusion and opened his eyes.

He Qing noticed he’d stopped and slowly opened her teary eyes as well—

and saw the curious look on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

He Qing’s face was bright red, and her voice came out timid: “K...kissing, I’m kissing you...”

Lin Zhengran focused on the important part: “I know we’re kissing—I mean, why are you biting my lip? If you bite my lip like that, how am I supposed to kiss you properly?”

He Qing didn’t get it and fumbled for words:

“I can’t kiss you like that...? But... in novels, when the male and female leads kiss, the girl always bites the guy’s lips...”

Lin Zhengran couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Which made He Qing so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. “Is that... wrong?”

He explained, “Even if they do bite lips in the novels, it’s probably just the lower lip, right? Not... clamping down on the whole thing?”

He Qing’s eyes welled up with tears. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t understand...”

She paused, then whispered, “Can you... teach me?”

He thought to himself, This little girl... she really hasn’t changed one bit since we were kids.

“I’ll teach you.”

He kissed her again, and Little He Qing obediently kissed him back.

As they kissed, he taught her what to do, and she listened carefully—

learning bit by bit.

From the initial shyness, she gradually began to feel that kissing was kind of... magical.

She had always thought kissing was just lips touching, like eating a snack or something—but experiencing it for real was a whole different feeling.

As they continued kissing,

He Qing even let out a few soft whimpering sounds.

The hand that had just been clutching a corner of his shirt slowly moved to wrap around his back.

They kissed for quite a while.

Feeling like she was getting the hang of it, Lin Zhengran playfully asked, “So? You’ve got it now?”

He Qing shyly bit her lip: “Sort of... Kissing feels really nice...”

Noticing she was still clutching the white stockings in one hand, Lin Zhengran suggested, “Put them on for me.”

She nodded quickly, like a pecking chick.

Inside the room, Lin Zhengran sat on the bed.

Little He Qing sat at the edge and first took off her white sneakers. Then she glanced at him and started straightening out the pantyhose.

She rolled them into a bundle and slipped one pale little foot inside, slowly pulling them up—

then did the same with the other foot and pulled them up together like pants.

“All done...”

She tiptoed in the stockings, standing by the bed. The full-body white stockings made the soft, sweet He Qing look like a piece of milk candy.

Her skirt and the white stockings matched perfectly.

Plus her waist-length ponytail and full chest—

It all showed off her untouched, flawless face and figure in full.

“Do... do I look good, Lin Zhengran?”

Lin Zhengran looked her over and couldn’t help but smile. “More than just good. They suit you perfectly. Keep them on just like that.”

“Keep them on...” She wrung her hands, but didn’t reject his suggestion. “Okay...”

Lin Zhengran patted the bed. “Come here.”

Obediently, Little He Qing climbed back onto the bed in her stockings and sat in front of him.

They looked into each other’s eyes.

She carefully reached out to hold his hand and asked:

“Lin Zhengran, your first kiss... it’s gone, right? I can kind of tell that you’ve kissed Lili before...”

Lin Zhengran didn’t lie to her. He nodded.

“I have.”

He Qing bit her lip, voice trembling a bit: “Then... what about your first time?”

“Still there,” he said.

He Qing’s tense lips suddenly relaxed, and she smiled softly. “I’m so happy...”

Lin Zhengran gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and He Qing lifted herself from her seated position.

They kissed again, fingers interlaced, slowly lying back onto the bed.

Outside, the rain was letting up.

In a fifth-floor room of the lodge, Jiang Xueli was sitting on the bed, legs folded like a duck, happily filling out the registration form for the Music Candidate show on her phone.

Han Wenwen came back from the bathroom and saw Lili smiling brightly. With He Qing and Lin Zhengran nowhere in sight, she asked: “Lili, Lin Zhengran and Little Qingqing aren’t back yet?”

Jiang Xueli looked up and quickly replied, “He Qing went to the lobby downstairs to find Lin Zhengran. Are you still feeling sick, Han Wenwen?”

Han Wenwen’s cheeks turned faintly red as she recalled what had happened in the restroom just now. But Jiang Xueli hadn’t noticed since she was busy filling out the form.

The little fox shook her head and went back to her bed. “Not anymore, I’m feeling a lot better.”

“That’s good.”

“What are you doing? So focused.”

“Oh.” She beamed. “It’s the sign-up form for Music Candidate! Once I finish, I’ll get to compete this year!”

Han Wenwen knew that was the most famous music program in the country. She felt genuinely happy for Jiang Xueli.

“Really? That’s amazing.”

The two girls chatted for a bit. Then Han Wenwen lay back down, gazing at the rain-drenched mountains outside the window.

The exhaustion hit, and she felt like closing her eyes for a bit to catch up on some sleep.

Meanwhile, in a king room on the first floor—

Under the covers, Lin Zhengran held Little He Qing’s hands down on the bed.

Their fingers interlaced.

Her flushed face looked up at the boy she’d liked for so many years.

She saw the serious look in his eyes.

And felt the taste of happiness.

“Lin Zhengran, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, reaching up to remove the hair tie from her ponytail.

With her hair falling loose, He Qing smiled and said:

“Keep bullying me forever, okay? Always.”

That afternoon, the two of them stayed in the room for a full three hours.